You stare at your bathroom scale in disbelief,
” it says.
Your heart races knowing that it maxes out at 150kgs. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your big round tummy, your large full breasts, your soft wide hips, every inch of you looking like it’s ready to burst out of your tight clothes. You poke your fat. You can barely believe it’s all you. How could anyone gain so much weight in such a short time? It sends your imagination spinning…
You imagine weighing yourself, wearing only your underwear, standing on a huge set of scales with a big clock face style dial looking surprised as the needle comes to rest on 165kgs. You rub your belly, swollen from a huge meal, you’re about to step off the platform when you notice the dial now reads just below 167kgs. You get excited knowing you’re the fattest you’ve ever been. Then you look again at the dial, it seems to have moved very slightly above 167kgs. A loud gurgle from your stomach distracts you and when you look back the needle is definitely pointing at 168kgs. You stare at it intently, squinting as you realise it’s still slowly moving… upwards. As it gradually passes 169kgs, and continues rising your tight underpants creak loudly. They’re so tight they’re digging into your fat uncomfortably. Past 170kgs and they rip a little. Your pulse starts to race a little as you realise the needle is speeding up. Your jaw slowly drops as it ticks past 171, 172, 173, 174, 175kgs! And it keeps going! Your cheeks flush bright red as you begin to feel like a big fat balloon. You hit 180kgs in no time at all! You gasp as you actually begin to feel the sensation of your fat… expanding. Your large belly, soft breasts and huge butt cheeks wobble a little as you grow… and grow… and grow! You blush harder as your belly juts out even further in front of you. 185. 190! 195!! It’s not stopping! You break a sweat as your realise it might actually be speeding up! Your straining creaking underpants finally burst off you completely. You begin panting in alarm and shock, almost wincing as the needle passes the scale’s maximum of 200kgs!!
You shudder as the scale groans under your weight, you can FEEL your immense heaviness forcing down on it. You hear metallic creaks, pings, and bangs from inside the mechanism, it sounds like the scale is breaking apart. You can only watch dumbstruck as the needle completes a full circle and then falls off the face of the dial with a loud clang. The metal platform beneath your feet starts to feel less stable. Like it’s starting to bend!
You start to panic and try to take a step off the scale but your huge expanding body is just so unsteady and hard to manoeuvre. You struggle as you lift your huge thick wobbling leg, your fat quivering as you complete a step. Lifting your other leg is even harder, as you continue to get heavier by the second! Fat rolls jiggling, you gasp as you begin to topple over! You wobble frantically, blubber flying everywhere as you struggle to regain your balance.
Breathing hard, you look back worriedly at the scale’s broken dial and see with some alarm that it seems to be transforming. The face flips around and on the other side is a red faceplate with new measurements, much larger measurements. The scale’s lowest value is now 250kgs!
A new clock hand pops out of the centre of the faceplate, instead of a usual needle shape, it appears to be shaped like a large dinner fork! Along its handle is the text “Greediness Rating.
” Your jaw drops in indignation at being insulted by the scale, but your pulse races with concern as the prongs of the dinner fork travel slowly up the dial indicating your ever-increasing fatness.
And then you finally lose your balance. As you tumble backwards the base of the scale suddenly widens out into a large mattress and the weight of your huge behind pulls you down onto it. Big waves of fat crash over your body as you land.
You struggle to get up but discover your body is just too fat and heavy! You can barely even sit up! Your massive body just quivers like jello. Your huge naughty belly quakes as it points up into the air.
You try to roll on to your side but can’t even manage that! The mattress is just so soft you can’t quite get the leverage you need from your thickening limbs to push against it, and with every moment they get thicker and fatter and more and more useless. You can feel your rounding face wobble like jello with every movement you try to make! You’ve become so fat you’re almost completely helpless! An immobile blob of blubber!
Exhausted from the exertion you peer fearfully back up at the face of the scale over your rising belly and gasp with alarm after seeing that prongs of the fork have already passed the 300kg mark! And are still rising! You’re as big as a circus fat lady! And still getting bigger! Just how FAT are you going to get?!!
You whimper as you feel your body swelling up even more. You seem to be fattening up faster and faster with every passing moment. You feel your gigantic thighs push each other apart as they inflate, your belly is becoming a ballooning ocean of fat, your breasts are massive wobbling heavy jumbo-sized watermelons, actually even bigger and rounder than watermelons usually get. Your feet so plump they are almost spherical in shape with little fat toes sticking out, your fingers and palms are so fat and tight you can’t even make a fist with your hand anymore. All you can do is watch the dial increase as you swell like an amazing fat girl balloon, the fork passing 400kgs… creak goes the scale… 450kgs… groan… 500kgs… and still rising!
After a certain point the numbers on the dial stop and instead there are little cartoon pictures of animals. Somewhere around where the 600-700kg mark should be, instead is a picture of a big fat cow. As the fork passes the image of the cow a bell dings and the words “Greediness Rating
” begin to flash. You suddenly notice a yellow indicator on a panel to the right of the dial has lit up next to the words “A very naughty glutton: as big as a cow! Urgent dieting required!
Your bloated round face blushes bright red as you recall the shameful amount of calories you’ve been stuffing into yourself in recent months. Your heart beats harder at the realisation the scale is telling you you’re literally as big as a cow!
You then realise that’s your second “Greediness Rating
” the first was already illuminated below, “One very hungry piggy: the fattest girl you ever saw! Seriously time to cut back, get some exercise!
You blush again thinking of all the time you’ve spent lazing doing nothing but eat, eat, eat, and eat! It was bound to catch up with you eventually, but could you really be the fattest girl anyone had ever seen? Now so fat you’re barely able to move it certainly feels that way!
As the dinner fork shaped dial ploughs onwards and upwards you squeeze and squirm your ginormous thighs against each other as best you can, achieving little but sending waves and ripples across your vast rolls of flesh. You can feel yourself inflating with more fat almost forcefully, blowing up like a blimp, bigger, bigger, bigger! The fork passes another animal, what looks like a large sea lion or maybe a big fat walrus. Another indicator light gives you a new greediness rating of “Unstoppable eating machine: A one ton behemoth!
Holy shit do you really weight that much?! Just how much FATTER could you possibly get?!
The fork dial doesn’t stop there. Fatter, FATter, FATTER! You grow until the dial passes the image of a very rotund looking hippopotamus.
“Shamefully gluttonous: Bigger butt than a five ton hippo! Stop her eating before it’s too late!
Your cheeks get hot with embarrassment, your whole inflated face feels as round and wide as the moon, only much, much, squishier. There’s more fat in your double chin than some people have in their whole bodies! Meanwhile you can feel your gigantic butt cheeks expanding underneath you, raising the huge dome of your wobbling belly higher and higher as it too inflates rounder and so very much bigger. You splutter and gasp in horror, the fat just keeps on coming faster and faster. Your arms and legs are pushed out to your sides as you swell and swell, more and more fat ceaselessly packing itself onto your frame.
You stare in shock as the fork dial moves on, travelling almost as fast as the second hand of a clock showing hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of fat pouring into your quivering, straining, ballooning body.
Your eyes widen in disbelief as the fork approaches what looks like… an elephant?! Surely not! You can’t possibly get *that* fat! … can you?
But the fork prongs are pushed up to the mark by the immensity of your blubber and you’re given yet another “Greediness Rating
“DISGRACEFUL! More than seven tons overweight!! Bad, bad, greedy fat girl! So big and fat she can’t fit in her house!
The next image on the scale’s dial fills you with dread. You can clearly make out its shape just before your belly eclipses your view of the dial. Your mind spins. How much does a whale weigh? 10,000kgs? 20,000kgs? You’ve heard of whales reaching as much as 100,000kgs!! You feel the fat rush into you at speed, every inch of you is filled to the brim. Your rolls form rolls of their you’re your face and neck swell so much you can barely even move your head due to everything being so tight and swollen. Absolutely every inch of you is bulging with fat, fat and more fat! A red warning light has begun flashing on the scale. All the “Greediness Rating
” indicator lights start to flicker, and then start going haywire rapidly flashing on and off randomly. The last rating begins to flicker on, as you read the words your eyes widen in panic. It’s written in big bold red letters: “WARNING: SEVERELY GLUTTONOUS FAT GIRL! THIS GREEDY WHALE’S GOING TO BLOW!
You whimper as you feel your skin tighten, your huge chubby cheeks puff up so much they begin to block your eyes, your breasts ache with creaking fullness, you feel so bloated! so heavy! so full! so FAT!
CREAK… your body groans with a scary stretching sound of being overfull with fat.
You whimper and close your eyes and start to pray! Desperate to stop gaining weight you vow to start eating healthy… CREAAK… Crying you shut your eyes tighter, frantically making fake promises of being a good girl and never overeating ever again! GROAN… You pray for a diet doctor! CREAAAK… A magic slim fast! CREAAAAK… Anything before you blow up and burst like the naughty glutton you are!
An alarm bell rings urgently, like an old fire alarm. The scale’s display is starting to tilt lopsided, as if the entire giant metal structure were bending under your weight. You struggle to raise your head amongst so much fat to see it’s last terrifying message:DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!
DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!
DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!
The letters blink rapidly as the display continues to bend further with a sound like bending metal girders. You stare in terrified disbelief as the dial on the scale explodes into several pieces that clang to the floor. The blinking display hangs by exposed wires still flickering and continuing to warn you that you’re the size of a house with repeated messages insulting your weight flashing over and over…
Your eyes snap open from your daydream. You’ve unbuttoned your pants and pulled back your top to expose your belly. You stare at all that soft fat in the mirror clutching it hard with both hands, shaking and wobbling it about vigorously. You gasp and moan, your voice quivering as your face contorts for a moment. Then you sigh deeply, a thin film of perspiration forming on your brow and rounded cheeks. You look yourself in the eyes and smile guiltily.
“I need a new scale,” you whisper excitedly under your breath.